Nora Universe Novelas e Histórias

“Then call her ‘Luna’. Luna means moon. And someday, she’ll become the strongest and brightest moon that will shine in the midst of darkness. Like how she came into this world.” Fenris nodded, looking at the beautiful baby in the bed. Kaliyah was right. This baby is soon to become the most beautiful woman not only in this kingdom. But throughout the continent. “The name suits her.” Turning to her, Fenris met Kaliyah’s tired yet beautiful eyes. “Actually, Ruan alreadu knew his doom is about to come. He knew his kingdom might not be able to defeat the Dorumns.-”

I quickly answered the call. "Hello, is this Alpha Aidan of Nightblade Pack?" A man's voice came through the phone. "Yes. Who are you?" I asked cautiously. "Eric. I'm an officer with the International Werewolf Council. I have some unfortunate news to tell you." There was a pause on the other end, and I felt a bad premonition, my heartbeat racing. "Your mate, Luna Freya, was in a plane crash. We need you to come and identify the body."

They stepped in like they already knew what to do. I stood quietly as they packed up my things. The room felt colder the emptier it became. Like it was disappearing. Like Ronan’s presence was being erased piece by piece. The new room was three times the size. The windows were tall, and the walls were decorated in gold. A fresh robe had been laid out on the bed — white with silver embroidery. Fit for a queen. A Luna. But I didn’t feel powerful. I felt invisible. I sat by the window, resting my hand on my stomach. I didn’t want this to be my child’s story — born into a lie. Born into a role that was forced on both of us.

Confusion flickers across her face. “But I thought that’s what you did.” “It isn’t.” Nora’s voice remains calm. There is no defensiveness in her. No attempt to reshape herself into something more comfortable. “I’m not a medium. I don’t communicate with the dead.” The air remains unchanged. No thinning. No ripple in the Weave. No recoil. The woman swallows. “Then what do you do?” “I listen,” Nora says. “I pay attention to where something is unresolved. Where pressure gathers. Where it needs to release.”

Tamara continued to tell her other stories. Nora, who was sleepy, immediately fell asleep, not hearing Tamara’s voice any further until the woman finally hung up because there was no response from Nora. Meanwhile, Max and Adam were already on their way home, back to the city. “Max, I really can’t guess what’s going on in Nora’s head. Where did she actually go? How could she afford to buy so many intercontinental tickets? Europe, Asia, Australia, and America. Isn't she just an orphan living in a cramped room? How could she have so much wealth?!" Adam rubbed his head, which was spinning.

Lora said. Eve glared at Lora. It was as if she had forgotten what she came her for. "I should be the one asking you that question. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be like in a bar drinking away all of your sorrows and spreading lies?! The last time that I checked, that seems to be what you've been doing lately " Eva said. Lora was still smiling. "Didn't you hear? I am about to become the Luna" Lora said to Eva.

"Tell me where your men took my children, Pablo." Pablo frowned slightly, a brief flicker of confusion crossing his disciplined features. "I don't know what you're talking about. My orders are to secure you and bring you back upstairs to the Alpha. That's it." "Liar!" she screamed, the sound tearing from her throat, bouncing off the concrete pillars. At just twenty-three, Nora had lived through more betrayal and heartbreak than most wolves endured in a lifetime. She had clawed her way up from the dirt, built a life, and protected her blood. She refused to let them strip it all away in a dirty, concrete basement.

I explained and Nora stared at me with an unreadable expression on her face. “I couldn't resist even if I wanted to and honestly, I just wanted to have a quick peek in.” I continued. “Elara always used to say that,” Nora announced and I stared at her in confusion. “What?” I asked. “She always used to say reading transported her to another universe.” She muttered and I silently cursed myself for the slip-up. “Isn't it always like that for every reader?” I tried to shrug it off but Nora remained silent, pensive. “No one ever talks about the dead Luna, what exactly happened?” I asked Nora and her eyes shot up to meet mine.

Leaders sought her guidance. People spoke her name with respect. Yet after a moment she shook her head. "No." Ronan raised an eyebrow. Aria smiled. "It still fits." He looked confused. She continued. "Because it reminds me where I started." The answer made him smile. Together they looked toward the horizon. The future stretched before them. Unwritten. Uncertain. Full of possibility. Exactly as it should be. And as the moon rose high above a world finally at peace, Aria—the Unwanted Luna, the True Luna, the woman who had changed everything—allowed herself to smile.